Divorce And Freedom: No More Homemaker For Him นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I tried to stand up but he held my hand. “ I promise to work hard to pay up your debt,then you can be free to divorce him, I was so stupid for letting you marry that good for nothing man”. He insisted “ What you are saying is impossible, I think I am beginning to love him, thanks to you guys. I am not willing to divorce my husband. We can only be friends, get that into your skull”. I left him there and went home.

“With you, I thought I had finally escaped that cage. And I did, in many ways. You treated me like I mattered. Like I was more than just a mother or a pretty distraction.” “You were never just that,” Nathan said quietly. “I know.” She swallowed. “Which is why this hurts. Because I know you loved me. And I loved you.” He dropped his gaze. “I never wanted to break you.” “You didn’t break me, Nathan.” She leaned back. “You just... outgrew what we had. Or maybe, it was never meant to be forever. Maybe I was a chapter, and not your story.” Silence stretched between them. “I’ve already spoken to my lawyer,” she continued. “The divorce papers are ready. No court drama. No fight over assets. I don’t

“Hope you had fun.” I froze, guilt and dread pooling in my stomach. I turned around. He stepped closer. “Is this what you really want? Freedom? Divorce?” I pulled out my phone, typed: Yes. That’s what I want. His face hardened. “Really? Would divorcing me give you peace? Are you sure?” Yes. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes flaring. “What’s wrong with you? I gave you everything. A job, protection, got you out of that hellhole you called home. And this is how you repay me?”

“I’ll skip the things that I’ve said before. The current situation is that I am no longer able to bear any children and the Tremont family needs an heir. A divorce will be beneficial to both of us. Also, I would like to live freely and peacefully. Only by leaving the Tremont Estate will I feel alive.” Mark put the book in his hand down and pondered over her words carefully. After a while, he spoke. “If you can’t bear a child, then we can just adopt one. As for the freedom you want, I can let you go for a year. But a divorce is out of the question, that’s my bottom line.”

“How could she not? You think a woman like that could raise an innocent daughter? They’re cut from the same cloth. Don’t let her fool you!” His raised voice carried every word clearly to Sophie’s right ear. He hadn’t named anyone, but he hardly needed to. She clenched her fists, furious. What had she done that was so unforgivable? She stood abruptly and headed for the main sitting room. “It’s not too late, Adrian. Divorce her and marry Savannah. I know you love her. I can’t bear to watch you spend your life trapped in a miserable marriage. “As for your wife, money’s what she wants. Pay her off and be done with it. Spare yourself the aggravation!”

After divorcing my unfaithful husband, Yale Gibson, I end up completely miserable. So when we remarry, I become the perfect wife he always wanted. When rumors swirl about him and Willow Leeds, I step forward to clear his name. When Willow falsely accuses me, he turns a blind eye while I immediately take the blame and apologize. Even when I'm set up and brought to the police station, I refuse to call him to bail me out. I simply tell the officers I have no family, letting them lock me up for an entire week. Seven days later, the heavy gates of the police station clang open at dusk. A sleek black Cullinan screeches to a halt right in front of me. Yale strides over, his brow furrowed sligh

He turned and walked into the bedroom. The wedding photo and a document sat side by side on the nightstand. He froze. Then lunged forward, grabbing the document. "Divorce Agreement." Joe flipped to the last page. Vivian's signature was there. He stood frozen, the thin paper crumpling in his fist. For the first time, it hit him—Vivian wasn't joking. She wasn't playing hard to get. She was actually leaving him. The realization was unbearable. Snapping out of his shock, Joe grabbed his keys and headed for the door, ignoring Natalie's protests. He went everywhere he could think of. Nothing.

Only with Zara did he feel truly alive. Eventually, he stopped caring altogether. "Let's get a divorce. I'll give you three-quarters of our assets. You can have the kids, too. All I want is my freedom. "You're the kind of person who only thinks about money and profit. You'll never understand how happy it feels to be free." As he spoke, he looked like the reckless, arrogant 18-year-old he once was. But I only found it laughable. A free-spirited life might seem thrilling and liberating, but without financial security, all that excitement would eventually fade into emptiness. One day, when he finally got his fill of that carefree lifestyle, he would realize he had nothing left.

I said, pulling the revised document from my bag and placing it in front of him. Nolan grabbed it and tore it to shreds before tossing the pieces into the trash. "Nolan, even if I owed you something, I've repaid it over these three years," I said, staring straight at the man who was still legally my husband. "You're capable on your own now. After the divorce, you can be with anyone you want. Isn't that a good thing?" However, he had the same response as mine moments ago. "No." From that day onward, Nolan would come home to check on me whenever he had free time.

"A genius like Marvin will save countless lives in the future. Someone like you, who never even went to college, could never understand the bigger picture. You know nothing about sacrifice." She stepped closer and lowered her voice. The threat in her tone was unmistakable. "Sign it. End this right now. Otherwise, we're getting divorced." Divorce? Back then, her family had been too poor to pay for college. I had dropped out and worked to support her. I survived on biscuits and water at construction sites, saving every cent so she could earn her doctorate. After we got married, I ignored everyone's judgment and became a full-time homemaker so she could pursue her dreams.